PHHH #1103.9

Date: Wednesday, July 19

Location: Rocky Hill towpath parking lot to hound's home at Butler Apts.

Weather: It's usually this dark at the on-in at the end of August

Time: 2 hours and then our batteries died

Hare: In My Zipper

Hounds (Geezer, wipe the films off your eyes and pay attention!):
Wieepi, Safe Sweats, Delicate Psyche, Windbreaker, Hey YO! Paully,
Molly Baker (fourth hash or thereabouts), Full Moon Smiling (Geezer,
that's Thuy Lam), Dave Colucci (second visit from Summit HHH for no
apparent reason), Alex Fuller (third hash--second last week), Scott
Mildrum (second hash--first last week), Mason Bradbury (second
hash--first was 1030.9,
www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh/archive/1030.9.txt)

Virgins: Mandy Sweeney, Mike Hay, Chris Pilla

Of hashing, there's no accounting for taste. How else could one
explain the moronically beatific expressions on the virgins' and
tyros' faces? Well, yes, trying to follow a hash marked on the
backside of a tree every 400 yards from River Road to the Herrontown
parking lot is a form of self-abuse; but do what makes you happy.

Actually this one wouldn't have been too bad if if if

1. there'd been some marks, maybe even on a trail, after we crossed
the canal and dove and swam across the stream in the first 10 minutes;
2. Delicate Psyche and another wanker hadn't found the 16th checkmark
off Herrontown Lane just as the rest of the pack concluded we should
actually get in a run on the road back to the cars.
3. the hash had ended in the Herrontown, or even Barbara Smoyer
parking lots, instead of another hour of pointless floundering after a
False in the streambed off Random Road and boooring run on Prospect.
4. we'd lifted the front of the hare's Ford Mustang, for which there's
an amusing Serge Gainsbourg song
(http://mp3dolls.com/en/track/Ford_Mustang/4F7FF/), and rolled it
around the corner from where he parked it.
5. the Mentos-fuelled half-gallon diet coke bottle rocket had taken
out the spiderweb of cable lines that deliver non-injectable narcotics
into the minds of grad student spouses and children while their
breadwinner brings home the pita crisps en route to the Ph.D.
6. the hare's fiancee had appeared bare chested and fulfilled Hey YO!
Paully's sweaty dream--see
www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh/archive/1100.9.txt.

Consumed at the on-in: the rest of the Mentos, orange slices but not
the faintly mealy apples, and some pretty decent chocolate cherry peat
beer, with a fine creosote coffee finish.

Next Week: Windbreaker and Molly in a tag-team demo that won't take
more than 75 minutes to get us all off trail and on in!